IRC-Galleria

As the night lower its darkness over the world,
The creaturs is awakening.
Their blood thurst is not of this world,
And their ability to kill is allmost inpossible.
If your not carefull when you walk the woods at night.
You will be the one they take next.
They will tear you up, and feed on your flesh.
You can beg, you can cry.
No one will come to save you.
You are on your own in the claws of death.
You can´t fight back, You can´t get free.
Your destiny was chosen, death crossed your path.
One last wish leaves your lips.
You wish for home and all whats there.
But you will never see it again....